Mostly she played on the "girl-next-door" look, with overalls and jeans, but she had been known to get away with the occasional knee-length shirt, or ...evealing top. She had tanned shoulders, which she showed off only slightly more than her tanned cleavage.Despite her attractiveness, however, Carly had never had a real boyfriend. She had always been too shy, or too busy, or perhaps a combination of the two. Scratching behind Alistair's ear, she wondered what she was going to do when every other. I slammed her ass, clenched her hips and forced the second load from my nuts.The whole car just collapsed. Eventually, some conversation started up. It was clear that these folks thought we were nearly ten years older, around their age. Kelly and I faked it for a few minutes and then announced we need to go. Kelly grabbed her hat and overalls and climbed out of the back seat. She walked around to the front of their car and squatted to take a piss and drain the cum from her cunt.I only had to. I pulled out the new panties, handed them to her, got down on my knees like an obedient sissy, and asked for her forgiveness. She sat speechless for what seemed like minutes before saying "I don't know what say John...or I mean Jennifer" Then Mistress sent me to a corner in the living room. i was shocked that she did this, but i obeyed. Then Mistress & Mrs. Hagan and Mistress went into the kitchen where they had a long talk. It felt like it was at least an hour when they returned to the living. "Yes, she is. She's perfect." The photo shoot went very well. The outfits we had picked out looked fantastic on her and she posed and did her best to look literate. At the end of it we kept about twenty different pictures, paid the girl and said our goodbyes. I thought that was the last I would ever see of her in the flesh. The next book I published, which Suzanne said was my best ever, we put one of the dust jacket photographs on. I received a sack of fan mail. Each day. The tone had changed.